The front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps to the ground. She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked. She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking. He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her. I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage...I'm not okay.
J.R. WardNo Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common.โ Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
J.R. WardSometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right โ no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.
J.R. WardSo will you meet me?โ โYeah. Sure. Where.โ โMontragโs safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
J.R. WardWeโre vampires,โ he said. โNot fairies.โ โSometimes Iโm not so sure about that. You see that study your king hangs out in?โ โHeโs nearly blind.โ โWhich explains why he hasnโt hanged himself in that pastel train wreck.โ โI thought you were bitching about the gloom-and-doom decorating?โ โI free-associate.
J.R. WardCome to think of it, that word (choice) shouldn't be applied to people's destinies. Ever. Choice should be relegated to TV and meals: You could choose NBC over CBS or steak instead of chicken. But take the concept any further than the stove or the remote control and the word just didn't apply. - V
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